The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- Nah, but I'm looking forward to it.

I was reminded of my brother's angrily beautiful smile, and I shook my head gently that was repulsing my interaction this morning to get rid of my brother's futile eyeglass face from the back of my brain.

It was a heartless call to the office to wait for me, who was completely late rather than too late, because I was talking in my brother's room after breakfast.

"Make sure you show up to my classroom after class today. Room 715 in the central faculty building."

I didn't seem to be the only one who thought it was the police, and my classmate gave me a look of pity and a smile.

... Why did you only have white feather arrows on me when there are late and absent people besides me. I can't solve it.

Spending the day in the F school building and being a mediocre, serious and honest exemplary, I headed to the faculty building by myself to keep my word.

On the road, I was exposed to the same gaze of curiosity from the other students, but I walk without care. I'm a lot used to situations like this. It's a disgusting habit, but I can't help it. It's been a while, anyway. Besides, it was better than when I was a brave man just without an extra fence. Expectations are heavier on me than hostility.

Today, which was not even between admissions, I ended up with a committee decision other than the class chairman, as well as medical examinations, class guidance, etc., and nothing seemed like a decent class.

Full class seems to start tomorrow.

The Central Faculty Building is located between the High School Building and the Middle School Building.

The third floor was the staff room where all faculty desks were located, and a personal room for each teacher was provided on the upper floor. That is the classroom.

I stood in front of my classroom on the seventh floor of a ten-story building. Room 715 was a corner room.

Check the plate that says science classroom, faculty in charge of 1-F, Ei Ryukesaki, and take a breath before knocking.

"You can come in."

I heard a voice from the inside that looked like a dall, and I opened the door as prompted.

"Excuse me...,"

Taking a step inside without thinking, I was flabbergasted by the indoor tragedy that popped into my eyes and the words broke halfway.

I can't move without stopping at the door, and I get a voice from the other side of the room.

"What are you doing, just get in there"

"... even when they say get in, where...? I don't have a footstool."

"There's a gap between there and there."

You said there would be...

I gaze at the flat teacher, but there is no indication that the director will move at all just by sprinkling smoke at the window and looking at this one like other personnel. On the contrary, he seemed to be closing his eyes somewhere interesting and observing my trends.

I don't think you're willing to help me.

- Sure, wasn't this school smoke-free on all premises?

defective that was smoking on the emergency stairs (?) After meeting Rokkaya, I was asking about the school smoking situation. It was, however, a story that students, as well as teachers, were prohibited from smoking in the school outside the private rooms of the staff dormitories.

... Apparently, my position is as a bad teacher.

I don't know if I was pushed to serve in class F, or if I was rushed to serve in class F because I was a bad teacher, but either way, I'm pretty sure the enthusiasm as a class teacher is the type that doesn't share any shards.

Ryukezaki's classroom was cluttered anyway.

Although the picture is different from that of a dirt room filled with garbage that is often talked about on TV and elsewhere, it is equal to or more than that in the sense that there is no foot trail.

The steel bookshelves that reach to the ceiling are lined up with books... they get stuck in a messy mess, the files get stuck in the glass cabinets again, the files that couldn't get in stick out, the floors were loaded with cardboard with a bunch of paperwork, wooden boxes with clumps of not sure if it was stone, rock or dirt lumps were piled all over the room this again, the formations and panel photos were still piled up all over the place,... anyway, cluttered people were overflowing all over the room or there was no stomping ground.

I've never met such a cluttered room in this world.

Trash is not scattered, but dirty. This is terrible.... I had a bad feeling that they were going to tell me to clean up this room. This is not the end of the day.

My gaze stopped on the bookshelf as I watched the room as I pulled my face.

I roar in my heart once again "hmm" because of my book-loving sexuality (sasa) and I stuck checking my back cover.

"Northeast Folktale," "Mantle and Mohorovich Discontinuity Side," "Geogeology," "The Book of Intervention," "Final Force Strategy Book," "Ore Atlas of the World" …

Personally owned, it's rare that this much genre sees cod (bullshit) holdings.

By the way, "Final Force" is a fantasy RPG that I became very popular with in elementary school. I also have the tactical book I found on the bookshelf, and I remember doing quite a bit of it with Uchi. That game, you know, somehow had a worldview resembling a previous life.

I gave up getting close to my post (it's a mystery how Ryukezaki got to the window) and slipped myself into the clearance in front of the first tobacco tip.

"Are you not afraid of lung cancer?"

Unlike when I said to the poor emergency stairs, this time I totally disliked it and said so. Because I was somewhat annoyed at my poor attitude.

"Idiot, can I smoke because I'm scared of lung cancer? Kid didn't say he was busy."

However, the bad teacher scoffed (bruised) at me in an even worse tone than in the classroom and purposefully sprayed cigarette smoke toward me. I was just getting more and more annoyed at the mundane leeway that lightly embellished the childish taste.

The purple smoke misted along the way, but the characteristic scent of twitching and bitterness reached me.... don't let your students swing some second-rate smoke at your teachers' asses.

When I flaunt my face, I hang up the edge of my lips like I'm good at it. I remember somewhere nostalgic about that kid's smelly expression.

"No intention. I'm not ready."

- That's what he told me. He was stronger than anyone I knew.

"Are you afraid to kill and swordsmen will serve?"

He was a muscular warrior, not similar to the teacher who now wraps his thin dirty white coat in front of him. It's not like this gigolo kind of host crunch.

"Not to mention a hundred years early. Exchange of life, don't lick it."

'Ars, not everyone can break it off like you. This is why the brain muscles... You don't have to kill me if you don't want to. "

'... Damn, that's the kind thing about the Holy Knight of Mercy. I'm just saying it's sweet, so I don't know how long this guy's gonna last. "

"I grew up with two knights, a swordsman and a holy knight, but you can't just stay like this. You and I have been dealing with each other lately."

'The contents are too immature. And not each other. I'm still stronger at all. "

"Yes, sir."

What are you laughing at?

'I'm not laughing. I just thought you were cute. "

'... an asshole. My eyes are rotten, aren't they?

"Maybe so."

Don't be so sure.

To the two masters who let me go and said without hesitation, I always looked at them with a slight sense of alienation and envy. By becoming my mentor, the two met, rebelling at first, and fighting was a constantly sinister relationship, but as they gradually understood each other, they grew more intimate, and - to the point of deep love.

But...

"Chiba? Hey, are you listening?

My frustrated voice drew me back from my past memories.

"... uh, I didn't hear. Excuse me."

"I'm sorry I messed up in front of the teacher I called in."

Rather than blame me, I laugh lovingly at him for turning a frightened gaze. Then,...... I was tongued a little by the abomination. Besides, they even rummaged, "Something annoys me about your way of laughing". I went out to my throat to say that it was this way that annoyed me, but I felt better. No matter how many attitudes, predispositions, personalities, words and deeds you can't see one facet of being a teacher, the man in front of you is once your teacher. I don't like the job, but I can't stand it.

"... no. You carry the textbooks in the cardboard box there to the dorm room in Nishi-kyu."

"Nishikujo?... Who was it?

"It's your classmate.... Even so, I guess I never looked at each other because I was off again today. He doesn't know when he's coming to school, and he's going to be buried here, so I just want to get rid of him."

I thought it would be useless to dispose of... but tell this teacher, and there was something else I wanted to say than that.

"Why don't we contact him and let him pick it up?"

Looking ahead of him, by chance or necessity, there was a cardboard box at my feet. It's big enough to contain textbooks from all the subjects handed out. Pretty big. And obviously, but it looks heavy. - Why would anyone think I would if I saw that?

"He hasn't even come to school yet, as opposed to having completed the dormitory procedure. I don't care if you contact me or at home. Damn, where are you walking... At that rate last year, he went to school only a few times.... so I don't know when I'll be in school for the first time this year. What would happen if I kept the textbooks in this room until then? You don't see that, do you?

Even if they ask for your consent, I don't want to know. But what happens is more obvious than seeing a fire. Western Kyushu textbooks will be completely buried in crap and will be difficult to unearth.

"Why don't you get organized?

"Are you gonna do it?

This other teacher.

He told me in a clerical tone that no further questions were necessary.

"The room at Nishi-kyu-jo is room 210. It's a room for two, so you can have your roommate open the room."

... I resent Nishikujo, who doesn't even know his face.

And more than that, I resent the job of pushing my undisturbed luggage on me and smiling soberly.

I lifted a box on the floor with a body such as a disapproval.

And with it, turn your back on the bad teacher to get out of the room.

But he was called to rest at the same time as he returned his heel.

"- Hey, wait. It's not your box."

"Is that it? Different?

I don't care what you think.

... Well, no.

The contents of the box I have are not books. It's a crate filled with misaligned stone pieces that were placed next to the boxes indicated by my tenure.

Of course it is with waza.

"What are you going to do, Doctor, collecting these rocks or stones?"

"... you know what's in the box I have right now?

"So with stones and rocks...,"

"It, Diamond's Original Stone"

"- What?"

"There are other rubies and emeralds and sapphires in there."

"Huh!?

"... but it's just scum"

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Was it funny how I panicked, silently staring at the person who was grinning slightly with cigarettes? I'm gonna blow a bubble, but if this one's been hit, I'm not gonna take care of him.

I don't know what scumbag stone is, but I didn't have the nerve to take it away from me when I was told it was the jewel's original stone, and I originally just bothered to get bogged down because I listen to it obediently.

My amateur put a box full of various raw stones that only looked like a stone to me, and instead when I lifted the box of Nishi-kyu-jo, I left the classroom of Ryukezaki, which smelled like cigarettes. "Nice to meet you," a nagging voice I heard over my back clapped at my frustration more and more. Dragon Kesaki, let me tell you someday, I was determined to walk out with a tight heavy box.